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Aug 2019
Little by little,
It started with some smiles.
Coming closer to the end,
But baby how we survive.

Inside my heart forever,
You've made home for yourself,
My mind on the constant loop,
You are the only thing making sense.

A battle between,
The love and desire.
My thirst unquenchable,
My heart's a bonfire.

I'm in the feelings,
Or the feelings are in me.
Your greatest gift acquire,
But I can't give you me.
Gulishta
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Gulishta  28/F
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